Still just a little caught up in his own thoughts, Bastian reached over behind Cyrus, when he began to cough, and patted him on the back. His movements were slow and focused, so he didn’t appear to scare the man, or cause him to instinctively draw away in defense. Working with animals so much, Bastian had become much more precise with his movements, in an attempt to lessen the occurrences of bites. Fortunately it carried over into his off business hours as well.
Laughing at the similarities he caught in Cyrus’ description of Fallon, Bastian nodded.
“I’ve tried to wear Reign down as well, and it had worked to a point. I’m afraid I have to do it all over again now though. I can only hope it will take less effort this time.
I dare say your Fallon, from your accounts of her, will appreciate whatever it is you gift her with. And yes, if she’s anything like Reign, nothing will probably ever top the kittens.”
Bastian had already decided to buy Reign a horse…SHOULD things between them improve. He could buy her one now, but the thought of taking care of a horse that the intended owner never took possession of, was too awful to contemplate. Try as he might to keep his thoughts positive, the practical side of him always seemed to intervene a little.
Pakpao on the other hand, to Bastian’s estimation anyway, he couldn’t really see with a house of small animals at her feet. Of course he didn’t know the woman, and could be totally off the mark, but somehow he didn’t think so.
At her description of buying more leather, Bastian finally turned his head away from his beer, and gave her an appraising look.
“I think you and your image would do fine in leather.” He grinned, and winked, but neither action had any lascivious slant to them.
“Then again, I’ve been a horseman for so long, I think of leathers as normal, daily wear anymore.”
When it became apparent Pakpao knew ‘his’ Reign, Bastian had gone back to reading his bottle label.
“She does indeed play pool, and is among the top ranked in the nation.” He always spoke proudly of Reign and anything to do with her. But because pool was of such huge importance to her, and because she truly was excellent at it, his pride in her there always seemed enormous. He had no compunction in letting anyone know it either.
“She’s been playing most of her life though, and sometimes practices to her own detriment…well…in my opinion…but I can do nothing but support her. It’s too important to her not to.
Drinks at the HoP ((Open))
It had been several months since Cyrus had come to the HoP. On one hand he was completely content with his current domesticated state but on the other he felt a tiny bit of loss of the free time he had before. Suki no longer even filled in occasionally since they hired a girl she had chosen. As he made his way in, after the bouncer at the door welcomed him warmly, he spied his familiar's pick. Nancy was a horribly dull name, but the bubbly brunette was anything but. Rather than walk she seemed to bounce, even with a tray full of drinks from which nothing spilled. When she noticed him, she smiled and bounced over, uncaring that her table was probably waiting on the drinks she carried.
'Good evening, Mr. Arslantai. If you would like a booth or table I can get one freed up for you. Just head on to it and I will make sure its cleaned up promptly.' She had a sultry voice that was slightly at odds with the bouncy exterior but somehow it worked for her. Nodding his head in a slight bow of thanks he looked for his usual booth in the corner. Finding it empty he simply went to it. Nancy deposited her tray of drinks at their destination and was back and cleaning up his table before he had taken his coat off.
The surface sparkling and smelling slightly of bleach seemed to pass her standards but she went farther and wiped it dry with a clean cloth. Her smile was firmly in place and her voice offered more than drinks with her next comment. 'What can I get you this evening, sir?'
"Kirin please, Nancy."
Shaking his head slightly as she bounded off, he wondered if she was part rabbit. Tossing his leather coat along the back of the booth he straightened the sleeves of his cashmere sweater. Knowing it was out of place did not stop him from coming this evening. He had been out shopping for Fallon's traditional nine gifts to be given upon the wedding. The charcoal of the finely knit sweater looked bright here, where as at the jeweler it had looked quite dark and imposing topping off Italian designed black wool slacks. He probably looked more approachable to some and quite a bit less to the usual people who dared infringe upon his territory. Cyrus was quite interested to see who would bother him this evening.
Bastian
17 years ago
Cyrus
17 years ago
His brow arched up at the human's actions while the stench of dog grew with each pat. Lowering his eyes, which he was sure had gone reflective, Cyrus stopped breathing. Despite his slow and easy movements, one simply did not pat a leopard. Turning his attention from the need to bite to Pakpao, he bowed his head slightly.
"My apologies, the monogamous relationship makes my view of things slightly skewed. Though, leather is always a lovely choice in my opinion."
The topic switched to Bastian's girl and away from feeding which was good. Cyrus was unsure if he could sit still through another pat should he cough again from the vampire double meaning. Her comments though placed her firmly in Evenhet in his mind, not that he had any doubt before. But being generous with humans was a standard among them, whereas for Cyrus it was practical maintenance of livestock. As the two found the girl in question was a mutual acquaintance he debated calling Nancy over for another beer. Deciding against another he wondered if Pak had made a meal from the Reign which caused a half smirk to cross his face. Small world Nachton was.
One thing he almost never talked about to humans was riding. How did one explain that their tall, spindly horse was not up to his standards. Sturdy, smaller horses were much more to his liking, even if finding one that did not mind his scent was difficult. Rather than talk about how depressing the equines of today were the Mongol tried to give Bastion a bit of advice.
"I was told by friends, after the gift of kittens, that it is generally wise to discuss such additions with everyone involved first."
"My apologies, the monogamous relationship makes my view of things slightly skewed. Though, leather is always a lovely choice in my opinion."
The topic switched to Bastian's girl and away from feeding which was good. Cyrus was unsure if he could sit still through another pat should he cough again from the vampire double meaning. Her comments though placed her firmly in Evenhet in his mind, not that he had any doubt before. But being generous with humans was a standard among them, whereas for Cyrus it was practical maintenance of livestock. As the two found the girl in question was a mutual acquaintance he debated calling Nancy over for another beer. Deciding against another he wondered if Pak had made a meal from the Reign which caused a half smirk to cross his face. Small world Nachton was.
One thing he almost never talked about to humans was riding. How did one explain that their tall, spindly horse was not up to his standards. Sturdy, smaller horses were much more to his liking, even if finding one that did not mind his scent was difficult. Rather than talk about how depressing the equines of today were the Mongol tried to give Bastion a bit of advice.
"I was told by friends, after the gift of kittens, that it is generally wise to discuss such additions with everyone involved first."
Pakpao
17 years ago
Pak laughed out right at being more or less turned down by both gentlemen.
"Apparently I'm beginning to look my age, to not even get a second look. It will have to be some very tight leather."Â?
She wasn't hurt and certainly wasn't serious. Seduction had its uses but she avoided it when ever possible and either of these gentlemen were marks at this point any way. It was just a matter of playing around.
Without noticing Pak had taken to rolling her clove back and forth in her long fingers. She really did want it something fierce but was determined not to just walk out on these two. She wasn't going to last much longer though.
"I'd agree with that. Any gift that needs feeding needs discussion. Even plants."Â?
She had a few live plants, not many, they and the fish seemed to be enough for Pak.
"Although maybe I should get a cat..."Â?
It was a random thought and not one she realized she'd voiced aloud. Still it might be nice to have something around to talk to.
"She is quite good, but a bit surly when she loses. Is she living here now or are you doing a long distance thing?"Â?
OK yes that was it, she could get that answer and then she had to go. The damned cigarette was calling to her rather violently and she'd already lost her meal and was going to have to start over, but she needed to know where to start hunting for Reign.
"Apparently I'm beginning to look my age, to not even get a second look. It will have to be some very tight leather."Â?
She wasn't hurt and certainly wasn't serious. Seduction had its uses but she avoided it when ever possible and either of these gentlemen were marks at this point any way. It was just a matter of playing around.
Without noticing Pak had taken to rolling her clove back and forth in her long fingers. She really did want it something fierce but was determined not to just walk out on these two. She wasn't going to last much longer though.
"I'd agree with that. Any gift that needs feeding needs discussion. Even plants."Â?
She had a few live plants, not many, they and the fish seemed to be enough for Pak.
"Although maybe I should get a cat..."Â?
It was a random thought and not one she realized she'd voiced aloud. Still it might be nice to have something around to talk to.
"She is quite good, but a bit surly when she loses. Is she living here now or are you doing a long distance thing?"Â?
OK yes that was it, she could get that answer and then she had to go. The damned cigarette was calling to her rather violently and she'd already lost her meal and was going to have to start over, but she needed to know where to start hunting for Reign.
Bastian
17 years ago
“Surly?”
While he understood that word, and might have agreed on occasion, he didn’t take it too well hearing someone else say it. But he wouldn't contradict her, or even discuss it, since she obviously only knew a very small surface of Reign.
It did prove that Pakpao had seen her play though, and was mildly curious in the ‘whens’ and ‘wheres’.
“She has settled here.”
Deciding his attempt to distract himself, or lighten his mood, wasn’t working, Bastian felt it was only right that he not bring those around him down as well. He had enjoyed meeting Cyrus, and Pakpao, and hoped to see more of them in the future, but he also hoped he would be in a much better disposition. Since he was making Nachton his home, and his livelihood was somewhat contingent on his personality, it wouldn’t do for him to turn away anyone under such circumstances.
Checking his watch, Bastian downed the remaining dregs of his beer, and pushed it toward the front of the table.
“I do apologize to you both. You have been very kind to welcome me tonight, and I’m afraid I’ve not been the best company. I believe I should take my leave now, and possibly meet up with you again some day when I’m less morose.”
Well, okay, perhaps morose was a bit strong a description, and Bastian being Bastian wasn’t usually the most affable of men. Yet he was more concerned with relationships, the older he became, and as for burning bridges, that was also becoming more important.
“I have enjoyed meeting you both, and am glad to now know a few more people of Nachton. Thank you for your hospitality.”
Turning first to Cyrus, to shake his hand, Bastian would repeat the movement to Pakpao, and hope one of them would allow him to leave the booth. It was then that he noticed he was trapped between both people, and found it oddly comforting to see he hadn’t felt confined, as he had a few times in the past. He truly was adjusting to his new life, and that gave his spirit a small boost.
While he understood that word, and might have agreed on occasion, he didn’t take it too well hearing someone else say it. But he wouldn't contradict her, or even discuss it, since she obviously only knew a very small surface of Reign.
It did prove that Pakpao had seen her play though, and was mildly curious in the ‘whens’ and ‘wheres’.
“She has settled here.”
Deciding his attempt to distract himself, or lighten his mood, wasn’t working, Bastian felt it was only right that he not bring those around him down as well. He had enjoyed meeting Cyrus, and Pakpao, and hoped to see more of them in the future, but he also hoped he would be in a much better disposition. Since he was making Nachton his home, and his livelihood was somewhat contingent on his personality, it wouldn’t do for him to turn away anyone under such circumstances.
Checking his watch, Bastian downed the remaining dregs of his beer, and pushed it toward the front of the table.
“I do apologize to you both. You have been very kind to welcome me tonight, and I’m afraid I’ve not been the best company. I believe I should take my leave now, and possibly meet up with you again some day when I’m less morose.”
Well, okay, perhaps morose was a bit strong a description, and Bastian being Bastian wasn’t usually the most affable of men. Yet he was more concerned with relationships, the older he became, and as for burning bridges, that was also becoming more important.
“I have enjoyed meeting you both, and am glad to now know a few more people of Nachton. Thank you for your hospitality.”
Turning first to Cyrus, to shake his hand, Bastian would repeat the movement to Pakpao, and hope one of them would allow him to leave the booth. It was then that he noticed he was trapped between both people, and found it oddly comforting to see he hadn’t felt confined, as he had a few times in the past. He truly was adjusting to his new life, and that gave his spirit a small boost.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Cyrus doubted highly that Pakpao was showing her age. But her comment quirked up the side of his face in a brief lopsided smile. As the two continued to discuss their mutual acquaintance he finished his beer. Bastian's lament was waved away with the empty bottle.
"Nonsense. I would hardly call you morose."
Accepting the handshake, Cyrus then moved to allow the human to exit. He should probably head home as well but he was feeling slightly intrigued to know the Evenhet just a bit better. Bowing his head to Bastian he bid him farewell.
"Was a pleasure to meet you. Good luck with your woman."
And get your damned dog scent out of my booth, was his unspoken thought. He would rather have an angry ancient sitting there next to him rather than that scent. Still he tried to project a civilized and somewhat friendly air as he stood next to the booth.
"Nonsense. I would hardly call you morose."
Accepting the handshake, Cyrus then moved to allow the human to exit. He should probably head home as well but he was feeling slightly intrigued to know the Evenhet just a bit better. Bowing his head to Bastian he bid him farewell.
"Was a pleasure to meet you. Good luck with your woman."
And get your damned dog scent out of my booth, was his unspoken thought. He would rather have an angry ancient sitting there next to him rather than that scent. Still he tried to project a civilized and somewhat friendly air as he stood next to the booth.
Pakpao
17 years ago
Settled? OK add that to her 'to do' list... find uncommunicative sponseree. Pak also found it interesting that Bastian seemed a bit protective of Reign. This must be the guy. Reign didn't often open up and she'd never named names but she's mentioned two guys who'd been trouble and it seemed she'd stumbled into one of them.
In an uncharacteristic move Pak fished out a cards and handed one to Bastian as he offered his hand.
"A pleasure to meet you."Â?
While she desperately wanted her cigarette Cyrus had raised a few questions and she wouldn't mind chatting with him a bit longer and he didn't seem in a hurry to leave. More important he hadn't seemed opposed to the idea of her lighting up. She flagged down another drink to indicate she's be staying around a bit, but waited for Bastian to leave before saying anything too over the top.
In an uncharacteristic move Pak fished out a cards and handed one to Bastian as he offered his hand.
"A pleasure to meet you."Â?
While she desperately wanted her cigarette Cyrus had raised a few questions and she wouldn't mind chatting with him a bit longer and he didn't seem in a hurry to leave. More important he hadn't seemed opposed to the idea of her lighting up. She flagged down another drink to indicate she's be staying around a bit, but waited for Bastian to leave before saying anything too over the top.
Bastian
17 years ago
When Cyrus moved out of the booth, Bastian followed quickly. He shrugged off the other man’s attempt to put him at ease, but really didn’t feel even up to being his only slightly less than affable self.
As Bastian stood alongside Cyrus for seconds, the scent of cat became pretty powerful, and he wondered if that was one reason he had begun to grow less relaxed in the current setting. It would have been odd, since he was around all kinds of animals on any given day, but this one seemed somehow different. He shrugged it off. If the problem persisted, he’d address it then, but taking Pakpao’s card, Bastian smiled and nodded. She really was quite an attractive young woman, and had Bastian been the type to wonder he would have been curious to know why she was alone. Since he wasn’t, he merely walked away without further ado.
As he focused on the elevator, he did consider possibly tracking down Reign. He could always say he had just been out discovering parts of the city, should he actually find her. Thinking about it a little more, he rationalized that wasn’t the best course of action. As his mood tonight began to sour, he fortunately came to understand he would more than likely generate more problems, and he didn’t need that.
Not even looking up as the elevator doors opened, Bastian stepped inside, and began his descent.
(Bastian out)
As Bastian stood alongside Cyrus for seconds, the scent of cat became pretty powerful, and he wondered if that was one reason he had begun to grow less relaxed in the current setting. It would have been odd, since he was around all kinds of animals on any given day, but this one seemed somehow different. He shrugged it off. If the problem persisted, he’d address it then, but taking Pakpao’s card, Bastian smiled and nodded. She really was quite an attractive young woman, and had Bastian been the type to wonder he would have been curious to know why she was alone. Since he wasn’t, he merely walked away without further ado.
As he focused on the elevator, he did consider possibly tracking down Reign. He could always say he had just been out discovering parts of the city, should he actually find her. Thinking about it a little more, he rationalized that wasn’t the best course of action. As his mood tonight began to sour, he fortunately came to understand he would more than likely generate more problems, and he didn’t need that.
Not even looking up as the elevator doors opened, Bastian stepped inside, and began his descent.
(Bastian out)
Cyrus
17 years ago
As he watched the human head for the elevator, oblivious to everything from the looks of him, Cyrus shook his head. That could get a person killed in a club like this. But it wasn't his problem so he simply sat back down with a bow of his head to Pakpao. He knew Nancy was a smart one and would bring them both drinks at the Evenhet's gesture.
"Feel free to smoke, perhaps it will mask the dog smell."
Though he was unsure if she still had the urge he was hopeful that something would change the scent in the air of the booth. Looking across the table at her, he calculated that they had two minutes before Nancy descended upon them with drinks. That was long enough for them to get the particulars at least.
"Cyrus, Anantya, 873."
Unlike the last meeting between two vampires at this very booth, he already knew the clan of this one, and felt obligated to return the information to her. Perhaps she would be a friend of one of Fallon's friends. A small half smile crossed his face at the thought. His kitten crossed all clan lines and tradition by having friends in all clans as well as human friends entrusted with their secret.
"Feel free to smoke, perhaps it will mask the dog smell."
Though he was unsure if she still had the urge he was hopeful that something would change the scent in the air of the booth. Looking across the table at her, he calculated that they had two minutes before Nancy descended upon them with drinks. That was long enough for them to get the particulars at least.
"Cyrus, Anantya, 873."
Unlike the last meeting between two vampires at this very booth, he already knew the clan of this one, and felt obligated to return the information to her. Perhaps she would be a friend of one of Fallon's friends. A small half smile crossed his face at the thought. His kitten crossed all clan lines and tradition by having friends in all clans as well as human friends entrusted with their secret.
Pakpao
17 years ago
Pak visibly sighed her relief and practically jumped to light up her clove, inhaling deeply and relishing the spicy smoke. That was much, -much- better. Thank god for small favors.
“Thanks.”
Resisting the urge to grab the ashtray with her mind she stretched and grabbed it the old fashion way.
Anantya? No that didn’t surprise her. Of course, no answer other than Evenhet would have surprised her.
“AD, BC, or years old?”
She quipped, although any answer he gave would make him considerably older than she was. Another deep drag on her cigarette and she smiled.
“Evenhet myself. What about your Fallon? I’m guessing she plays by the same set of rules.”
Pak was fairly certain she’d be a vampire as well, probably Anantya. Given the reputation of the clan it would have been quite remarkable if Fallon were anything but. Still one never knew.
“Thanks.”
Resisting the urge to grab the ashtray with her mind she stretched and grabbed it the old fashion way.
Anantya? No that didn’t surprise her. Of course, no answer other than Evenhet would have surprised her.
“AD, BC, or years old?”
She quipped, although any answer he gave would make him considerably older than she was. Another deep drag on her cigarette and she smiled.
“Evenhet myself. What about your Fallon? I’m guessing she plays by the same set of rules.”
Pak was fairly certain she’d be a vampire as well, probably Anantya. Given the reputation of the clan it would have been quite remarkable if Fallon were anything but. Still one never knew.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Cyrus chuckled as she moved quickly to indulge in her vice. The scented smoke quickly muddled his senses and almost convinced him the dog smell was gone. She seemed to greatly enjoy the actual act of smoking as well, so much so that he had to wonder how long she had had the habit. Apparently the humans now realized that smoking was unhealthy to them and started banning it indoors. Still it was her issue and he did not care either way, though he had to be grateful for the masking cloud of blue haze filling the booth. At her question he quirked a wicked grin.
"AD. I am old but not a relic."
Nodding at her clan disclosure that he had been assured of prior with her comments. While he was not unprepared for her questions about Fallon, he found himself spouting off more than he intended.
"Fallon was assaulted by a clanless. I mentored her for a while and she joined Anantya. We grew together considerably in the past year. Though she has friends from every clan, probably due to her youth."
Luckily Nancy arrived with their drinks so he could shut up from expounding on his kitten until Pakpao's eyes glazed over. Accepting the beer he thanked the human before shooing her off with a dismissive wave.
"AD. I am old but not a relic."
Nodding at her clan disclosure that he had been assured of prior with her comments. While he was not unprepared for her questions about Fallon, he found himself spouting off more than he intended.
"Fallon was assaulted by a clanless. I mentored her for a while and she joined Anantya. We grew together considerably in the past year. Though she has friends from every clan, probably due to her youth."
Luckily Nancy arrived with their drinks so he could shut up from expounding on his kitten until Pakpao's eyes glazed over. Accepting the beer he thanked the human before shooing her off with a dismissive wave.
Pakpao
17 years ago
With a slightly twisted grin, Pak shrugged off his laugh. Yes, it was a slightly outdated habit, vice, addiction, call it what you will; but it wasn’t going to kill –her- and damned if she didn’t enjoy it. For a second she tried to think how she’d developed her taste for cloves, but couldn’t remember, decided it didn’t matter and took another drag.
“Relic is a matter of perspective isn’t it?”
She flashed a wicked smile, being on the younger side of the equation Cyrus could be considered a relic. Not that she ever would do that, but she could.
Thank god for subterfuge. The mention of being assaulted and turned raised so many conflicting emotions in her; anger, fear, loathing. It was a lot to take in and she had to will herself not to down the drink in one gulp, but managed to sip it politely as she fished for ways to avoid the idea.
“Its good she found a home early on.”
Thank god Aishe had as well. Gah! That was it no more thinking about turnings tonight. She’d wind up depressed and well that wouldn’t be good especially as she’d feel guilty imposing on Kem and he would be the only person she’d trust to share these thoughts with.
“Oh I don’t know if age has anything to do with it. I’m not that old and crossing clan lines isn’t exactly a forte.”
“Relic is a matter of perspective isn’t it?”
She flashed a wicked smile, being on the younger side of the equation Cyrus could be considered a relic. Not that she ever would do that, but she could.
Thank god for subterfuge. The mention of being assaulted and turned raised so many conflicting emotions in her; anger, fear, loathing. It was a lot to take in and she had to will herself not to down the drink in one gulp, but managed to sip it politely as she fished for ways to avoid the idea.
“Its good she found a home early on.”
Thank god Aishe had as well. Gah! That was it no more thinking about turnings tonight. She’d wind up depressed and well that wouldn’t be good especially as she’d feel guilty imposing on Kem and he would be the only person she’d trust to share these thoughts with.
“Oh I don’t know if age has anything to do with it. I’m not that old and crossing clan lines isn’t exactly a forte.”
Cyrus
17 years ago
This one had a sense of humor on her. Cyrus could not stop the chuckle her grin and comment caused.
"Perhaps that is true, but I do not feel like a relic much any more."
While he was glad he had not upset her with Fallon's brief history he was also puzzled. Usually women were more empathetic to the plight of others he thought. Shrugging it off he looked upon this as a good thing and resolved not to vent about Panos for the moment.
"Thank you. We were quite pleased that it worked out so well."
While this had been a special case Cyrus was sure gaining admittance to a clan was not so excessively difficult. All one had to do was agree to follow the rules and work for the good of the clan. Which also translated into good for each member so there was added incentive. Of course Fallon's entrance aside the last time he looked for a clan was almost a thousand years ago.
Listening with a raised brow to Pakpao claim not to cross those clan lines that Fallon gave so little regard to was interesting. It could just be that the under one hundred crowd were more open to being friendly with all. Though it also brought up the thought that his Kitten was special.
"Fallon must be an exception then. She has gathered friends from all clans as well as a human. I believe her friend Aishe is Evenhet, though that assumption is based solely on her boyfriend Kem. He did not strike me as an Orphan."
Pondering the names of other friendly vampires he studied his drink. When nothing else came to him he shook his head and drank a swallow.
"Damned if I can remember any more names. That's why I have Suki to help me keep track of things."
A lopsided grin exposed one fang to the dim lighting as he tapped his forehead with a finger. "The mind is the first thing to go once you hit old age."
"Perhaps that is true, but I do not feel like a relic much any more."
While he was glad he had not upset her with Fallon's brief history he was also puzzled. Usually women were more empathetic to the plight of others he thought. Shrugging it off he looked upon this as a good thing and resolved not to vent about Panos for the moment.
"Thank you. We were quite pleased that it worked out so well."
While this had been a special case Cyrus was sure gaining admittance to a clan was not so excessively difficult. All one had to do was agree to follow the rules and work for the good of the clan. Which also translated into good for each member so there was added incentive. Of course Fallon's entrance aside the last time he looked for a clan was almost a thousand years ago.
Listening with a raised brow to Pakpao claim not to cross those clan lines that Fallon gave so little regard to was interesting. It could just be that the under one hundred crowd were more open to being friendly with all. Though it also brought up the thought that his Kitten was special.
"Fallon must be an exception then. She has gathered friends from all clans as well as a human. I believe her friend Aishe is Evenhet, though that assumption is based solely on her boyfriend Kem. He did not strike me as an Orphan."
Pondering the names of other friendly vampires he studied his drink. When nothing else came to him he shook his head and drank a swallow.
"Damned if I can remember any more names. That's why I have Suki to help me keep track of things."
A lopsided grin exposed one fang to the dim lighting as he tapped his forehead with a finger. "The mind is the first thing to go once you hit old age."
Pakpao
17 years ago
Pak laughed at his return quip but didn't press the issue. If she felt young when she had to do the blank 'I have no idea what you're talking about' stare around some of her more mature friends, that look had to make them feel a bit old. At least that was her logic and damned if she wasn't going to stick too that.
Oh thank good he hadn't gone into more detail about the attack. Pak didn't think she could have handled more, it would have been... well some memories never did fade. Perhaps when she had time to think about it, when she wasn't blind sided by the idea she would ask for more information. Any bastard who attacked and abandon deserved a horrible fate. Maybe it wasn't fair, maybe it was a misplaced desire for vengeance, but some days Pak would have no qualms about helping such a vampire meet that fate.
"Humans are different, some how they are... can be"Â? She corrected herself "can be easier to deal with."Â?
She perked up a bit at the mention of her friends. Apparently Fallon did get around. Although Pak wasn't surprised that she'd not heard of either Fallon or Cyrus. She didn't spend much time with Aishe, more Kem and they had their own agenda.
"Kem is Kem, but you're guess would be right."Â?
Giggling into her drink Pak shook her head.
"Suki?"Â?
She queried. It couldn't possibly be another AI, maybe a personal computer? Either way the technophile in her was suddenly interested.
Oh thank good he hadn't gone into more detail about the attack. Pak didn't think she could have handled more, it would have been... well some memories never did fade. Perhaps when she had time to think about it, when she wasn't blind sided by the idea she would ask for more information. Any bastard who attacked and abandon deserved a horrible fate. Maybe it wasn't fair, maybe it was a misplaced desire for vengeance, but some days Pak would have no qualms about helping such a vampire meet that fate.
"Humans are different, some how they are... can be"Â? She corrected herself "can be easier to deal with."Â?
She perked up a bit at the mention of her friends. Apparently Fallon did get around. Although Pak wasn't surprised that she'd not heard of either Fallon or Cyrus. She didn't spend much time with Aishe, more Kem and they had their own agenda.
"Kem is Kem, but you're guess would be right."Â?
Giggling into her drink Pak shook her head.
"Suki?"Â?
She queried. It couldn't possibly be another AI, maybe a personal computer? Either way the technophile in her was suddenly interested.
Cyrus
17 years ago
Nodding in acceptance of the statement, Cyrus pondered his own dealings with humans. Things had changed considerably in the last year for him. No longer did he try to attract as many as possible to feed his thirst, he left that up to Suki. She was exceptional as a familiar and he looked forward to many decades with her help. Still most humans reacted two ways to him, either with greed or fear. Perhaps he should work on the aura he projected some century, if he ever wanted to cultivate humans like Fallon did.
At Pakpao's acknowledgment of Kem, he nodded. Since the somewhat reserved vampire was not Anantya it really would only leave him Evenhet. Cyrus was pretty sure his Russian comrade was Evenhet but he was not going to go search for him. A vampire their age could take care of himself, plus he also had Cyrus' information.
Looking up from his beer at Pakpao's interest in Suki, with an arched brow he wondered why that interested her. Though it was probably highly likely his familiar already knew the woman.
"My familiar, Suki Langston. She is a veritable fount of contacts, names and information. Which was part of the reason why I took her."
He was unsure if Suki had an edict memory or was just very good at remembering names and faces, though that little hand held computer probably helped her as well, but she had to know fifty percent of Nachton by now.
At Pakpao's acknowledgment of Kem, he nodded. Since the somewhat reserved vampire was not Anantya it really would only leave him Evenhet. Cyrus was pretty sure his Russian comrade was Evenhet but he was not going to go search for him. A vampire their age could take care of himself, plus he also had Cyrus' information.
Looking up from his beer at Pakpao's interest in Suki, with an arched brow he wondered why that interested her. Though it was probably highly likely his familiar already knew the woman.
"My familiar, Suki Langston. She is a veritable fount of contacts, names and information. Which was part of the reason why I took her."
He was unsure if Suki had an edict memory or was just very good at remembering names and faces, though that little hand held computer probably helped her as well, but she had to know fifty percent of Nachton by now.
Pakpao
17 years ago
“Oh.”
Well that was a silly misunderstanding and Pak frowned momentarily as she thought about it. She wasn’t jumping up and down about familiars, but she really couldn’t see anything wrong with them. In some ways, she’d probably be better off with one of her own, but it would be highly unlikely she’d ever find the right human for that position. Or be able to get over the guilt of ‘keeping’ some one.
Deciding that this wasn’t a good night for moral debates or politics, she let it go and laughed lightly.
“I’m a bit technology oriented. I guess I’d assumed she was something else entirely.”
Well that was a silly misunderstanding and Pak frowned momentarily as she thought about it. She wasn’t jumping up and down about familiars, but she really couldn’t see anything wrong with them. In some ways, she’d probably be better off with one of her own, but it would be highly unlikely she’d ever find the right human for that position. Or be able to get over the guilt of ‘keeping’ some one.
Deciding that this wasn’t a good night for moral debates or politics, she let it go and laughed lightly.
“I’m a bit technology oriented. I guess I’d assumed she was something else entirely.”
Cyrus
17 years ago
It was difficult to restrain his chuckle at her downfallen response. Though he was unsure just what she may have thought Suki was, it still struck him as amusing. Cyrus did not even contemplate that she could harbor feelings that having familiars was wrong, they were something he almost needed to survive.
At her comment he realized that perhaps she thought Suki was similar to the Evenhet computer thing. Something that he knew nothing about so he shrugged it off.
"She is like that as well, always carrying around her PDA. I think she even gave one to Fallon."
Taking a swallow of his beer he pondered briefly the changes from one century to another.
"Personally all I need is a phone, though keeping track of stocks is much easier on the computer."
At her comment he realized that perhaps she thought Suki was similar to the Evenhet computer thing. Something that he knew nothing about so he shrugged it off.
"She is like that as well, always carrying around her PDA. I think she even gave one to Fallon."
Taking a swallow of his beer he pondered briefly the changes from one century to another.
"Personally all I need is a phone, though keeping track of stocks is much easier on the computer."
Pakpao
17 years ago
OK so she had made a silly assumption and so Pak laughed at herself. About then she noticed she’d burnt down her clove, nearly to her finger tips and so stubbed it out.
She tried not to laugh at the idea of a familiar carrying a PDA to keep everyone straight. It made a great deal of sense, but the long and the short of it was no PDA in the word could keep up with Pak’s favorite project.
“Keeping track of stocks is easier with a broker, but then again I don’t enjoy that game as much as I should.”
Clove gone, drink gone (again) and she still hadn’t had dinner. No, it was time to go. She fished out one of her cards and slid it towards Cyrus. It had been good to actually meet and Anantya officially. Perhaps if one wasn’t as old, stodgy or scary as she had thought the others wouldn’t be either. Maybe… it could happen.
“I’m late for a dinner date… as it were. But it was good to meet you. Maybe I’ll see you again, I’d like to meet your Fallon.”
Pak wanted to see how another person attacked and turned against their will was coping with things. Especially as it sounded like the event had been fairly recent. Perhaps it was a twisted reason for wanting to meet her, but there it was.
Sliding to her feet, she tossed a smile at Cyrus as she prepared to leave.
((OOC… Pak out pending response.))
She tried not to laugh at the idea of a familiar carrying a PDA to keep everyone straight. It made a great deal of sense, but the long and the short of it was no PDA in the word could keep up with Pak’s favorite project.
“Keeping track of stocks is easier with a broker, but then again I don’t enjoy that game as much as I should.”
Clove gone, drink gone (again) and she still hadn’t had dinner. No, it was time to go. She fished out one of her cards and slid it towards Cyrus. It had been good to actually meet and Anantya officially. Perhaps if one wasn’t as old, stodgy or scary as she had thought the others wouldn’t be either. Maybe… it could happen.
“I’m late for a dinner date… as it were. But it was good to meet you. Maybe I’ll see you again, I’d like to meet your Fallon.”
Pak wanted to see how another person attacked and turned against their will was coping with things. Especially as it sounded like the event had been fairly recent. Perhaps it was a twisted reason for wanting to meet her, but there it was.
Sliding to her feet, she tossed a smile at Cyrus as she prepared to leave.
((OOC… Pak out pending response.))
Cyrus
17 years ago
"Typically I only keep track of my companies, I pay people to check others."
Cyrus realized just how spoiled he was in this day and age. People ran his companies while he lived off the profits, people managed his money so he rarely had to worry about it. The most he did was spend money on antiquities or possessions. Though he did do quite a bit of wildlife protection and conservation in and around his estate in Asia.
Accepting the card as he was pulled from his own self examination, he smiled at the Evenhet.
"It was good to meet you too Pakpao. I will speak to Fallon and she will more than likely be very pleased to meet you. Enjoy your dinner, it seems plentiful tonight."
His last statement ended with a wink. It was nice to meet a friendly Evenhet. Fallon probably could make much closer friends than he with this woman but he was pleased none the less. Odds were that Suki would get along with her well too. With the lingering scented smoke he could enjoy the remainder of his beer before heading home himself.
As she stood he offered her a respectfull bow of his head. "Have a good evening."
Cyrus realized just how spoiled he was in this day and age. People ran his companies while he lived off the profits, people managed his money so he rarely had to worry about it. The most he did was spend money on antiquities or possessions. Though he did do quite a bit of wildlife protection and conservation in and around his estate in Asia.
Accepting the card as he was pulled from his own self examination, he smiled at the Evenhet.
"It was good to meet you too Pakpao. I will speak to Fallon and she will more than likely be very pleased to meet you. Enjoy your dinner, it seems plentiful tonight."
His last statement ended with a wink. It was nice to meet a friendly Evenhet. Fallon probably could make much closer friends than he with this woman but he was pleased none the less. Odds were that Suki would get along with her well too. With the lingering scented smoke he could enjoy the remainder of his beer before heading home himself.
As she stood he offered her a respectfull bow of his head. "Have a good evening."